_Spark._ Poor man, he takes it heinously to be refused; I can't blame him, 'tis putting an indignity upon him, not to be suffered; but you'll pardon me, madam, it shan't be; he shall marry us; come away, pray madam. _Lucy._ Ha! ha! he! more ado! 'tis late. _Alith._ Invincible stupidity! I tell you, he would marry me as your rival, not as your chaplain. _Spark._ Come, come, madam. [_Pulling her away._ _Lucy._ I pray, madam, do not refuse this reverend divine the honour and satisfaction of marrying you; for I dare say, he has set his heart upon't, good doctor. _Alith._ What can you hope or design by this? _Har._ I could answer her, a reprieve for a day only, often revokes a hasty doom. At worst, if she will not take mercy on me, and let me marry her, I have at least the lover's second pleasure, hindering my rival's enjoyment, though but for a time. [_Aside_. _Spark._ Come, madam, 'tis e'en twelve o'clock, and my mother charged me never to be married out of the canonical hours. Come, come; Lord, here's such a deal of modesty, I warrant, the first day. _Lucy._ Yes, an't please your worship, married women show all their modesty the first day, because married men show all their love the first day. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II.--_A Bedchamber in_ PINCHWIFE'S _House._ PINCHWIFE _and_ Mrs. PINCHWIFE _discovered._ _Pinch._ Come, tell me, I say. _Mrs. Pinch._ Lord! han't I told it a hundred times over? _Pinch._ [_Aside._] I would try, if in the repetition of the ungrateful tale, I could find her altering it in the least circumstance; for if her story be false, she is so too.--[_Aloud._] Come, how was't, baggage? _Mrs. Pinch._ Lord, what pleasure you take to hear it sure! _Pinch._ No, you take more in telling it I find; but speak, how was't? _Mrs. Pinch._ He carried me up into the house next to the Exchange. _Pinch._ So, and you two were only in the room! _Mrs. Pinch._ Yes, for he sent away a youth that was there, for some dried fruit, and China oranges. _Pinch._ Did he so? Damn him for it--and for-- _Mrs. Pinch._ But presently came up the gentlewoman of the house. _Pinch._ O, 'twas well she did; but what did he do whilst the fruit came? _Mrs. Pinch._ He kissed me a hundred times, and told me he fancied he kissed my fine sister, meaning me, you know, whom he said he loved with all his soul, and bid me be sure to tell her so, and to desire her to be at her window, by eleven of the clock this morning, and he would walk under it at that time. _Pinch._ And he was as good as his word, very punctual; a pox reward him for't. [_Aside._ _Mrs. Pinch._ Well, and he said if you were not within, he would come up to her, meaning me, you know, bud, still. _Pinch._ [_Aside._] So--he knew her certainly; but for this confession, I am obliged to her simplicity.--[_Aloud._] But what, you stood very still when he kissed you? _Mrs. Pinch._ Yes, I warrant you; would you have had me discovered myself?